Minimal

Short
Frayed
Hopelessly
Delayed

Empty
Hollow
Thursday
Tomorrow

Lacklustre
Jaded
Considerably
Faded

Wonder if I can make
Some kind of deal
Deep inside my head
So it's sunshine I feel
Instead of this darkness
That grips my heart
It's like I'm simply
Falling apart

Writing
Reading
Not myself
Feeding

Missing
Vacating
Not even much
Contemplating

No stopping
For pause
May be
I'm a lost cause

Wonder if I can make
A deal with my soul
Aim to return myself
To fully whole
And get a refund
On the time that I lost
Do it, whatever
No counting the cost

Because if all that's left
Is this minimal me
I'll be so disappointed
In this mister three